When I posted to facebook the other day, my status message said “thank God for unanswered prayers”.
Most people do not understand that when I say it, but there is one person who would understand it completely. My Mom. She is the originator of that saying and would always use it in reference to her having more children.
I was not meant to be an only child. My Mother always wanted more, but for one reason or another it was just not possible. With the tumultuous-ness of my childhood whether we were moving again, leaving my Dad again, or simply enduring what “was” she would repeat “thank God for unanswered prayers”.
For me this has taken on a completely different meaning altogether.
I never wanted to get married, I didn’t want my own children even though I love kids, I didn’t believe in the normal, conventional or ordinary.
Over the years I prayed for a life less ordinary, a life that I thought was right for me all the while ignoring the nagging voice in my head.
God had a much better plan for me, he didn’t answer the prayers the I thought I wanted answered, he denied me over and over yet never failed me.
Thank God for unanswered prayers for where would I be today.